Han Muye did not expect that the previous teleportation would span five million years.
He was sent across the long river of time by the Heavenly Monument, transported to five million years ago, and accepted an unimaginable opportunity.
Slowly sheathing the sword, the bloody sword trembled slightly.
The stacked void shook and flew back.
But at least half of the creatures in that space were killed with one sword.
Han Muye just killed half of the creatures in the old land with one strike of his killing sword!
Using this half of the living being to sacrifice the sword in his hand, Han Muye could feel the magnificent power coming from the sword.
This is a power that even he himself finds difficult.
It was also the tyranny surging in the sword that made him believe the words of the young man in front of him.
When the young man was struck by his own sword, not only did he not resist forcefully, but he sacrificed the creatures that had been invaded for countless years to use his sword as a sacrifice for himself.
After the sacrifice, the power surging in the killing sword can directly kill the young man.
"The Immortal is imprisoned?" The long sword dissipated and returned to Han Muye's mind.
He frowned and looked at the young man.
The grace of spreading the Dharma, even if there are no disciples, is still a cause and effect.
Just like when he learned the Ten Thousand Swords style from Mo Yuan's sect and returned to the sect, Han Muye respected Mo Yuan as his teacher from the beginning to the end.
If the Immortal Lord is really in trouble, he will not ignore it.
The young man nodded and turned to look at Qilin and other strange beasts, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"They are all my best friends." Han Muye shouted.
The murderous intent in the young man's eyes dissipated, and with a wave of his hand, the restraining power in the void dissipated invisible.
Xiang Lingshuang, holding two curved swords, rushed forward, and the others, Qilin and others, also took a step forward and stood beside Han Muye.
They did not hear clearly the conversation between Han Muye and the young man just now.
Their souls have been invaded, and it is difficult for them to resist.
They only saw Han Muye and his opponent fighting each other, and then giving up.
They didn't know the outcome.
"Young Master, let's talk in another place." The young man whispered to Han Muye, then spread his hands, and the gray halo behind him gathered and turned into a green grassland.
Among the grasslands, several tall stone palaces stand tall.
"It's the Wild Cow Wasteland!"
"The largest grassland in the wilderness at that time, a land with abundant water and grass that all the tribes have been pursuing."
Behind Han Muye, many mythical beasts recognized the grassland and shouted low.
Many mythical beasts showed nostalgia on their faces.
The young man raised his hand and bowed slightly towards Han Muye.
Han Muye was not polite and took a step forward, landing on the wasteland.
A vast and distant aura rushed towards him, the fragrance of green grass intertwined with traces of violent and pure power.
Outside the huge stone palace, there were many strange beasts wandering around, basking in the sun leisurely. When they saw Han Muye approaching, they all raised their heads warily.
Behind Han Muye, the young man fell down and whispered: "Young Master, please come with me."
He took a step forward and led Han Muye directly into the hall.
Qilin, Diting and others took a deep breath as they flew down, and then looked at the various strange beasts and beasts outside the hall in surprise.
"hold head high--"
"Roar--"
Chaotic roars sounded, and the mythical beasts and strange beasts also rushed forward excitedly.
Some took on human form, and some simply stepped on the ground and charged forward with a roar.
"Haha, I didn't expect that my Jade Rhinoceros clan still exists!" An old man with a single horn on his head shouted with tears in his eyes.
"This, this is the descendant group of my Golden Oryx? How is it possible? Didn't they all fall when the wilderness collapsed..." An old man with a stooped body and cloudy eyes trembled all over and whispered.
These mythical beasts who are pursuing the old land of the wilderness just want to come back to find some treasures. They never thought that there is still their own ethnic group in the old land of the wilderness.
When the wilderness collapsed, they all watched their own tribes destroyed and their homes shattered.
Most of them protect the elites of various races when they enter the wilderness. Once they leave, they never come back.
"Di Ting, what's going on?" Qilin turned to look at Di Ting, excitement flashing across his face.
Ahead, several members of their clan came slowly.
The Qilin clan actually still exists in the world.
How can you not like this?
"Who can explain some things clearly?" Di Ting shook her head, turned and walked away.
He is a little lonely.
There is no such thing as a true listening tribe among the ethnic groups here.
Di Ting's ethnic group is originally sparse. When Manghuang was intact, there weren't many of them.
"Ti Ting? The resting place of your clan elder is in front. He left a message for you." Suddenly, a strange beast with branch-like horns on its head looked at Di Ting and shouted.
Di Ting, who turned around and walked away, trembled all over and turned his head slowly, his face full of surprise and excitement.
"No wonder, clan elder..."
He moved and ran forward.
In the main hall, Han Muye stood behind the stone steps and looked at the various mythical and exotic beast tribesmen meeting each other.
"You're protecting these ethnic groups just so you can see such a scene one day, right?" Han Muye's face remained unchanged and he spoke calmly.
Behind him, the young man smiled and nodded: "What the young master said is that I keep their blood pure so that they can continue to be imbued with it and get their own dependents."
Very direct and frank.
It's also cruel.
No one gives charity without reason.
These wild tribes can survive only because they are still useful.
Han Muye did not speak.
Whether in the spiritual world or in the secular world, if you peel away the veil of warmth, what is not so pale and cold?
You can live because you are still useful.
A tribe can survive, and so it is.
Unless you can be the one in control of everything.
"Let's talk about the Immortal Lord." Han Muye turned around and walked deeper into the hall.
The main hall is made of huge blue-gray stones, rough and unpretentious.
There are various runes carved on many stones, which are vigorous and mysterious, and there is a trace of power emerging from them.
This hall should be a remnant of a certain ethnic group from the wild era.
"Young Master, my name is Zhu Ling, and I am from the Moluo clan."
"Actually, our clan was just kicked out of the God Realm by the major sects of Zhou Tian in the God Realm, and we were living in all directions."
A young man named Zhu Ling stood in the main hall and told Han Muye everything he knew.
The Divine Realm Zhoutian is the true center of cultivation, the source of the known world of cultivation, and the most powerful place in the known universe of cultivation.
"The Immortal Realm? Those are just poor people who are locked out of the Divine Realm." When Zhu Ling said this, he paused for a moment and shook his head: "I, the Moluo clan, are the same."
There are great forces from all directions in the God Realm, and the strongest among them is the Immortal Realm that has surpassed the Great Luo Golden Immortal.
"There are only human immortals in this world. Those who can surpass human immortals are already very rare."
"As for the immortal world, Tianxian is also considered a master, but above it there are Jinxian and Daluo."
"In the world of gods, Da Luo Jinxian can control a force, and Da Luo Immortal Lord is the strong one. Above Da Luo Immortal Lord, there is the Immortal Lord, Da Luo Immortal Lord."
Zhu Ling had a look of longing on his face, but he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's too far away, I don't dare to think about it."
Human immortality is the end of this realm. A few people can transcend it. Strong men like Wutian Tianzun have already stepped into this realm.
Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Da Luo.
The realm of Daluo is known as the Heavenly Immortal of Luo, which is divided into Daluo Golden Immortal, Daluo Immortal Lord, and the most powerful realm, Daluo Immortal Lord.
Each level of realm is a level of heaven and earth.
Han Muye was intercepted and killed by several immortals at the place where he heard the teachings, and at least the one who took action was a heavenly immortal.
The overwhelming, crushing and imprisoning power from body to soul was something he couldn't contend with at all.
The power of this kind of power is unimaginable.
"Young Master, the Immortal Lord's imprisonment has something to do with you." Zhu Ling looked at Han Muye, with a hint of complexity on his face and a slight smile.
Tongtian Immortal Lord Tao Hongjing is an anomaly in the Zhoutian divine world.
He has been around for countless thousands of years, but he has not established his own power.
The Zhoutian Formation he inherited is said to be capable of suppressing the God Realm, but it cannot be deployed at all.
Because it costs too much.
Tongtian Immortal Master preached the Dharma all over the world of gods. After a compromise by all parties, he was allowed to preach once every 128,000 years.
Originally, no one cared about such a powerful Immortal Lord wandering around in the God Realm. No one cared about it. At most, he quietly caused trouble when he was teaching the Dharma.
Tongtian Immortal Lord teaches without distinction, and most people who listen to his teachings only regard it as a chance.
But five million years ago, when the Immortal Master was teaching the Dharma, something suddenly changed.
After that teaching session, Tongtian Immortal Master suddenly became generous and formed many good relationships. All kinds of treasures that had been collected for setting up the Zhoutian Formation were scattered.
The treasures that even immortals like him value, in the eyes of other practitioners, are the existence of supreme treasures.
It's just a matter of listening to a lecture. It's a little different to be rewarded with treasures.
The Immortal Lord Tongtian roams around and around the world of gods, and has set foot in various fairy worlds, and then spreads Dharma and sends treasures.
The name of Tongtian Immortal Lord and Duobao Immortal Lord has also been spread throughout the immortal worlds, and is spread throughout the world of gods.
Hearing what Zhu Ling said, Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.
The idea of spreading the treasures was Han Muye's suggestion.
Unexpectedly, Tongtian Immortal Lord actually accepted the suggestion, dispersed all the treasures collected over countless years, and gave them away to various opportunities.
For more than a million years, without realizing it, there are many people in all the immortal worlds who consider themselves to be the disciples of the Immortal Lord.
Strong men with various treasures and opportunities are connected with each other, and all the forces behind them are united, and they become a behemoth without knowing it.
By the time the big forces in the God Realm reacted, Tongtian Immortal Lord had become a being that everyone was afraid of.
"That battle shattered the Immortal Realm in all directions, and even a corner of the Divine Realm was shattered." Zhu Ling's eyes flashed, as if he had witnessed that heaven-shattering battle with his own eyes.
Countless immortals besieged the Divine Realm and broke through the barriers of immortals and gods. Hidden forces from all sides in the Divine Realm responded. Tongtian Immortal Lord used the power of the treasures that had been scattered to set up half of the Zhoutian formation.
Finally, thirteen immortals took action and defeated the Zhou Tian Formation.
Tongtian Immortal Lord was also imprisoned in Shenyuan Heavenly Palace.
But the barrier of immortals and gods is broken, and the powerful people from all sides who have entered the divine realm are hiding. No one knows when the next wave will start.
No one can tell who has the treasure of Zhou Tianxian Zun, who has received the inheritance of Zhou Tianxian Zun, and who has hidden from the immortal world.
Almost every ten thousand years, practitioners gather outside Shenyuan Celestial Palace.
Those powerful men from the God Realm imprisoned the Tongtian Immortal Lord, on the one hand, because the Immortal Lord was too strong and had many back-ups. Killing him directly might lead to greater chaos.
On the other hand, the power of the Zhoutian Formation has been revealed, and everyone wants to get its complete inheritance.
Unfortunately, Tongtian Immortal Lord remained silent.
"Someone pointed out that when you, young master, listened to the Immortal Master's teachings, you may have received the complete inheritance of the Immortal Master."
Zhu Ling looked up at Han Muye and spoke softly.
Someone pointed it out?
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
He traveled five million years to listen to the Immortal Master's teachings. Apart from those who were present at the time, who else knew that he was there?
Not only did those people rob him of his opportunity, they also wanted to kill them all.
"Young Master, the entire divine world and all the immortal worlds have been looking for you for more than three million years." Zhu Ling grinned.
Who would have thought that this Ichizo is five million years old?
In the entire universe of cultivation, for five million years, even if the earth collapsed and the earth was dug three feet away, there was no news about this person.
Among the people who received the teachings with Han Muye back then, some quietly joined the great sects of the God Realm and were reused, while others held high positions in the Immortal Realm and were very powerful.
These people are also looking for Han Muye.
The Xuanling Sword Sect is the largest sect in the fairy world in this world. The strong one fought with Zhu Ling and returned with serious injuries. Zhu Ling himself was also suppressed by the heavenly monument.
Zhu Ling himself couldn't tell where this heavenly monument came from.
I don’t know when the legend of the heavenly monument of the Baxia clan originated.
"Nine Yuan Pagoda is the opportunity given by the Immortal Lord."
"The head of the Xuanling Sword Sect was listening to the teachings under the Immortal Lord's seat back then."
Zhu Ling's words reminded Han Muye of the sword cultivator who had attended the sermon together.
I wonder if this is him?
Han Muye also didn't expect that he would become the person that countless people in the world are looking for, and they have been looking for him for five million years.
Sure enough, shocking opportunities must be accompanied by shocking hardships.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He thought that if he went to the fairy world, to the divine world, and his identity was revealed, the enemies he would encounter would be so powerful that he felt a shiver go down his spine.
Even as a sword cultivator, he is not afraid of challenges, but he doesn't want to challenge the entire universe of cultivators with one person and one sword...
There is still a broken world tens of thousands of miles around in the Mangniu Wasteland. Among the mythical beasts that followed Han Muye, some chose to stay here.
Qilin and the others chose to take their tribe and follow Han Muye away.
However, leaving here is not to use a flying boat to cross the void, but to use the teleportation circle set up by Han Muye to teleport directly over long distances.
The ethnic group that teleports away will be stationed in a star world outside the upper heaven domain, and then slowly find a star world suitable for survival and thrive.
Han Muye didn't care too much about the follow-up matters. Chen Qingzhi and the others were more concerned about it than Han Muye.
After being directly teleported back to the Upper Heaven Realm, Han Muye immediately retreated to Yuntian Medicine Valley.
This journey to find the monument had a great impact on him.
By chance, the Immortal Lord is almost hostile to the whole world of gods and immortals. He needs to think about where to go with his practice in the future.
Sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, the sword light all over his body converged, and the blue-gray killing sword floated in front of him, with golden light flashing on it and a trace of blood flowing.
Han Muye's eyes revealed a deep halo.
He has only used this long sword full of killing potential once so far.
With one sword, he cut through half of the creatures in the wild old land, and almost killed Zhu Ling, who was already in the heavenly realm.
The killing sword can kill immortals.
But now, this sword cannot appear again.
Because, at the place where the immortal preached, Han Muye used this sword to break the palm of the immortal who wanted to kill him and cut through the futon.
There is someone in the immortal world who recognizes this sword.
Not only this sword, but also his tyrant bloodline can no longer be used.
Back then, those people had seen his domineering body.
Fortunately, five million years later, those people were already far away in the fairy world and would not pay attention to him, a small mortal cultivator.
"Buzz——"
In front of Han Muye, a golden nine-story sword tower emerged.
